After The Day Of The Dead Poem by Kyrl Karanja

A few days after I'm dead
Nothing more than stories of me will be told
Regrets I can't say I won't have
But I'd be a fool to allow more in the time I still have
Eternal life to lose
Peace with men not to choose
Smile not to make the sad
My purpose to bury in the sand
Me I don't care if they remember
But I do, Jesus my master
Bad and good decisions I've made
But the reason Christianity they'd hate
That I've tried not to be
A saint I haven't regarded myself to be
Till then maximizing every moment I've chosen
Making some difference in the day I've been given
The Jesus in me they'll see
For Him, they can sink me in the sea
And my master I'll serve faithfully
My life I won't live jestfully